Moderator: SK-Biene
Hab sie mir gestern noch ausgedruckt und dachte auch na ja ein bißchen liest du noch und dann brav schlafen aber nein ich musste natürlich mal wieder die halbe Nacht mit lesen verbringen... Die Story ist jedenfalls total cool aber auch ziemlich abgedreht ) momentan ein wenig im sand 
nicht nur, dass die beiden viel zu schnell zusammengekommen sind, auch sonst hat mir was an der fic einfach gefehlt. und es war sicher nicht der sex. 
ich werd mir die fic jetzt grad mal anschauen... hab doch da auch so verzweifelt auf ne fortsetzung gewartet... kann mir aber vorstellen, dass sie das irgendwie so "egal wie, hauptsache fertig" geschrieben hat...winterblue hat geschrieben:... naja, mir gefiel die fic im weiteren verlauf dann gar nicht mehr.
ich hab den part natürlich auch gelöscht. aber ich hab auch andere wege. mys, wenn du was löschst, so wie moiTitle: Finding Home Epilogue
Email: tirel@pcnuthut.com
Site: http://www.angelfire.com/tv2/firebird_ascending/
Author: Velvet Crypt
Disclaimer: Joss is God. I own nothing.
Distribution: Sure. Just lemme know where my baby’s going.
Spoilers:
Summary: A Cinderella ending.
Dedication: Dammit, XanDutch. The things I do for ‘my dirty little secret’. *wink*
~One year later~
“Hold still, luv.”
“You’re trying to choke me!” Xander whined piteously. Spike just grinned and shook his head
as he continued to fiddle with the bow tie. Xander had to admit; even if Spike were trying
to choke him…he’d die a happy man. He couldn’t believe he was actually here, at this point
in his life.
A year ago, he’d been alone, miserable and pretty damn sure he was destined to stay that way.
Then one night, his future fell through his front door. Now? Now, he was a part of a family…a
happy, loving family…he’d never been happier, even in his dreams, and every day just got better.
Spike finished straightening the bow tie and brushed his hands over Xander’s tux. “You look
gorgeous, luv.” Xander smiled and slid his arms around the blonde. He lowered his head slowly
and nipped at Spike’s bottom lip. Encouraged by the unconscious parting of that lip from its
partner, he ran his tongue through the opening, tasting his lover. The vampire moaned deep
in his throat and deepened the kiss.
For long moments, the two men melted into each other. Soft whimpers and breathy gasps were
the only sounds in the room. Then, Spike pulled away regretfully. “We have to stop, luv, or
I’ll end up dressing you again.” Xander wiggled his eyebrows.
“But the dressing part comes after the undressing part. And after the kissing part.” He licked
a line up Spike’s neck causing the vamp to shudder. “And the sucking part. And the touching
part…” he whispered against Spike’s ear. Spike moaned and stepped back.
“Bad Xander.” He croaked, glaring at the grin on his mate’s face. “No teasing the Big Bad at
mum’s wedding.” Xander did not look repentant at all. “Let’s see if Giles needs help.” Spike
sighed, counting the hours till he could get his Xanluv home, naked and moaning Spike’s name.
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“What if I forget the vows?” Giles demanded, wild eyed and frantically polishing his glasses.
Xander gently removed the frames from his hands before he wore a hole through the glass. Spike
shook his head in amusement.
“You won’t forget, Rupert. And if you do, Xan is right next to you. He knows them as well as
you do, bloody well helped write them, didn’t we?” He tut-tutted in annoyance and batted Giles’
hands away to straighten his tie as well. “The boy, I could understand, Rupert. But you have
been wearing bow ties for years.” Giles didn’t seem to even comprehend. He just stared into
Spike’s eyes in confusion.
Spike’s lips twitched and then he placed both hands on Giles’ shoulders. “Hey, Rupert.” He
said softly. “You won’t forget. You’ll fidget and fuss and panic until you see her standing
at the end of the aisle. But once you lock eyes with her…” He smiled gently. “Not a thing will
go wrong. Not a word will be forgotten. Not a step misplaced. Because this…you and her…it’s
meant to be. And because you love her. And because she loves you.”
Xander bit his lip and blinked rapidly. Who would have believed that William the Bloody would
be talking a Watcher out of the trees spouting everlasting and foreordained love? Giles seemed
to relax. He slumped slightly and grinned wryly. He nodded and then, uncharacteristically,
pulled the blonde vamp into a brief embrace. Xander looked away, giving Spike the opportunity
to hug Giles back without an audience.
Spike reciprocated the hold and closed his eyes, dwelling in the moment. Then he was stepping
back and puffing up. “Yeah…well, get the rest of your kit on, Watcher. Bloody nancy-arsed ceremony
starts in 15.”
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“Oh, Jessica, you are gorgeous.” Buffy breathed, standing back to critique her work on Jessica’s
hair. She’d swept it up, leaving loose curls floating down the older woman’s neck. Jessica
blushed and fiddled with her dress.
“You know, I feel really wrong in white.” She smiled deprecatingly. I’m well-passed ‘used goods’.”
Tara shushed her and bent to rearrange the fall of the skirt. “The dress isn’t advertising
your virginal status, Jessica.” She corrected the bride. “It’s a symbol of a fresh and pure
start. It represents your new life. This is the wedding…the life…you should have had.”
Jessica bit her lip and looked at the three girls surrounding her: her bridesmaids, Buffy,
a vision in pink; Tara, radiant in blue. Her maid of honor, Willow fresh and glowing in green.
All smiling at her. Each filling an empty spot in her heart; a spot she hadn’t even known existed.
They were a gift.
A gift granted her by an amazing man…a vampire. And she planned on spending the rest of her
life thanking him every day for it. And for making her son so very happy. But, the best gift
of all was in the room next to her, getting dressed in a tuxedo and probably nowhere near as
nervous as she was.
Rupert. Her sweet, brave, sexy Rupert. She smiled sappily at the thought of him. Where would
she be without him? He’d taken a disastrous wreck of a person and rebuilt her. He patiently
clipped away at the malignant beliefs she had of her worth. He programmed her to accept love,
to accept that she deserved happiness. He’d treated her like the most precious thing in creation
to him. And so very slowly, she came to believe him. To believe in his love. To believe in herself.
She vaguely noticed the girls stepped out to make sure everything was ready to go on as planned.
She sank into a chair and remembered where she was this time last year. She’d refused to just
leave everything with Tony. She firmly stated that she was going to go back and pick up her
treasures: photo albums, mementos of her mother and of Xander’s babyhood. When she implied
that she was going to go back with or without anyone’s help she was sure that Xander and Spike
would help her.
What she didn’t count on was pulling up to the house she’d spent 20 some years in and finding
the rest of the Scooby gang on the front lawn. They just shrugged it off, saying that she was
one of them now. And that a scooby is never alone. She was so touched and happy that she made
it through the sorting and packing and carting everything out to the SUV before she realized
that everyone else’s mood had gotten darker.
When she made her way back downstairs, she realized why. Tony sat in his armchair, booze bottle
firmly in hand, flinging rude and obscene taunts at the gang. She drew herself up proudly and
marched right up to him. She held out her key to the house in one hand, and her wedding ring
in the other.
Tony’s face scrunched up into a snarl and he slapped at her arms, causing the key and the ring
to go flying off across the floor. Both Spike and Xander made to lunge for the man, but were
held back by the girls. “She has to do this. She has to find some kind of closure.” Willow
whispered. Still not liking it, the boys backed off, but their stance made it very plain that
touching their ‘mum’ was not about to happen again.
Tony leaned forward, flooding Jessica’s senses with alcohol scented memories. “Fuckin’ bitch!”
He slurred. “Fuckin’ shitty wife. I d’voted my best years to you! An’ whatta I get?” He swayed
as he gestured with the booze bottle. “I get a fuckin’ whole buncha nothin’ that’s what! You
fuckin’ leach offa me, draggin’ me down. Then you go an’ get pregger… pegger… fuckin’ knocked
up, and now I gots two fuckin’ leaches!”
Jessica narrowed her eyes and lowered her arms to her sides. “You know what, Tony?” She asked
quietly as he tried to focus on her with bleary eyes. “I really don’t give a rat’s ass. You
had everything, Anthony Harris. You had a wife who was determined to erase everything about
herself you didn’t like and be the perfect little showpiece. You had a son; a beautiful, strong
loving son who loved you much that he broke his back every day trying to make you proud. He
would have done anything for just a single kind word from you, Tony.”
Her voice rose, finally on a roll. “But you never gave him one, did you? Never gave me one
either. For 20 years, Tony, 20 goddamn years, we waited for some shred of affection, some proof
that we meant something…anything…to you. But all we got was beaten down. Physically, mentally,
emotionally beaten down until we had no choice but to believe that you must be right. We really
must be nothing.”
Her eyes began to darken in anger. “But no more. We finally got that shred of affection, Tony.
From a total stranger. From a bitter enemy. And you know what? We took it. We were dying for
it. When we first took it, we were like starving animals; snatching a bit and then running
away…guarding it, just knowing any second, it would be taken from us.” Her voice softened again.
“But it wasn’t. It wasn’t taken. And when we’d finished sucking all the goddamn happiness out
of that tiny bit of affection, the most miraculous thing happened.
He gave us more. He didn’t beat us down or laugh at our tears. He just loved us. He loved us
until we believed him. Until we believed that we were worth loving. And damn you straight to
hell, Anthony Harris. We are worth loving!” She spat the final sentence in his face.
“I want you to live with that for the rest of your life. That we know we’re worth loving. That
you didn’t break us. You just made us strong enough to leave you. Alone. And mark my words,
Tony. You will be. For the rest of your life, you will be horribly and utterly alone. And I
can’t even bring myself to care.”
Tony had finally heard enough. He growled, flinging his bottle to the floor, and swung. When
his fist was stopped mid-flight, he looked around in confusion at the grim faced, spectacled
older man wrenching his wrist into a most uncomfortable position. Just about the time the other
man came into focus, Tony saw a fist flying at his face. He caught air and landed hard in the
middle of the cheap coffee table holding his leftover beer bottles.
Looking up in astonishment, he swore he saw the very face of the devil. Ripper had come out
to play and he wasn’t very happy. “You will never touch her again.” He snarled. “Nor will you
ever speak to her. If I find you’ve been bloody well stupid enough to do either…I will kill you.”
Tony just lay amidst broken glass and puddles of stale beer and silently vowed never to do
anything that would require this man…with that look…to darken his door again. Giles moved off
of him and took Jessica’s elbow. Gently, he led her out of her past. And into her future.
And what a future it was. Sighing happily, she recalled their private celebration on the day
the divorce was final. Giles had invited her over for dinner and when she walked in, it was
to soft music and hundreds of candles. Roses were everywhere; in vases, laying about the room,
petals scattered over everything.
Rupert had kissed her tenderly and led her to the table, set with fine china and linen napkins
with an open bottle of wine breathing in an ice bucket. He then proceeded to serve her as though
she were a queen, feeding her small bites off of his plate as well as keeping hers well-filled.
After dinner, they danced. Somewhere in the middle of a bluesy song, ripe with sensualness,
Rupert kissed her again.
Then, he dropped to his knee and took her hand. “Jessica,” he whispered. “I know you felt guilty
this whole time we’ve been together. Even though…he…wasn’t worth a second of it. And so, I’ve
waited until now to tell you.” She held her breath. “I love you, Jessica. More than I ever
dreamed possible. I love you and I want to be with you. Will you marry me?”
Tearfully, she nodded. “Yes, Rupert. I will marry you. I love you, too.”
The rest of the night flew by in a cacophony of sensation, each better than the last, each
tinged with Rupert’s touch, with his heady scent, with his husky accented voice spilling words
of love in an abundance that overwhelmed her.
From that moment, they were inseparable. Spike groused that the Watcher spent so much time
at the house that he might as well move in. He bitched that he knew he was going to be drafted
into carrying the Watcher’s shit all around creation for the move. He didn’t, however, leave
any doubt that Giles had any choice in the matter of coming to live with them, save choosing
the evening that they would move. Spike followed it up with a smirk and a comment of ‘does
this mean Rupes is my kept man?’ before Xander slapped him on the ass and pulled him into the
bedroom.
Of course, Spike was also the first one on the scene when Rupert began moving his things into
the house. He nagged Buffy about being careful with her ‘great, clumsy slayery ass’ knocking
over priceless artifacts and then went out and bought nearly $20 in paper towels so that the
items could be wrapped in a proper manner.
He wasn’t the first to call Rupert Dad, though. That had been Xander. On Thanksgiving. “I’m
thankful for my friends and family. For finding the love of my life…Spike. For my mom’s happiness.
And…for my Dad for giving that happiness to her.” Rupert had frozen like a deer in headlights,
his eyes locked with the younger man’s. Then he smiled and ducked his head shyly.
Xander had free rein to address him as such as much as he liked, and he did. From then on,
Giles was Dad. However, the Watcher put his foot down at Spike calling him Pops. In a rare
show of solidarity, both Giles and Spike agreed that their relationship was more along the
‘brothers’ venue than a ‘father/son’. So, Giles stayed Giles. Or Rupert. Or Rupes. Or Watcher…or
actually practically anything Spike caught a liking to.
So many memories, and not a one of them that didn’t make her happy enough to cry.
Jessica looked up as the door opened. Willow peered in, smiling hugely. “We’re ready, Jessica.”
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“I do.”
“Then, you may kiss the bride.” Giles swept Jessica into a tender embrace and claimed her for
his own with a kiss. Cheers and clapping broke them apart and they turned to happily hug the
rest of the Scoobies. Buffy grabbed their free hands and began tugging.
“I’m starving! Come on…reception…food…please?” she whined. The newlywed couple laughed and
allowed her to drag them into the reception room with the rest of the guests. Xander and Spike
lingered behind.
No words were passed as they reached for each other’s hands and leaned into each other in a
contented kiss. “Mum was gorgeous.” Spike said quietly, rolling his brow against his lover’s.
“Mmmhmm.” Xander agreed. “Giles was pretty dashing too.”
Spike raised his eyes to look into Xander’s. “I love you, Xan.
“I love you, Spike.”
Another kiss, and they followed their family into the celebration.
, kannst du auch immer auf die nummytreats archivmessageseite schauen: Archiv und ich hätte Xan echt auch gerne länger noch als girl gehabt, fand ich irgendwie total witzig. Das sich Anya so leicht hat maipulieren lassen finde ich auch blöd. und stimmt schon, dass die fortsetzung dem ersten teil nicht das wasser reichen kann, abr gut ist es trotzdem SLASH! seht ihr, die schreiber wollten Xander schon immer slashen 
giles blink... yes, that was a baby.
"Xander, what is that?" Giles mouth' had obviously not caught up with his brain.
"Neat, hu? Spike found it."
After much cursing and pouring of milk over wrists ("'ve got no bloody body temperature, whelp, pour it over your own wrists!") the baby was offered the bottle. She sucked on it eagerly, obviously hungry.
"Well, lookit that, whelp! Kid’s a natural. W'll have her workin' on human necks before she's six months old, we will."
"Nuh-uh, Spike. I'll be damned if any child of mine is going to take after your side of the family."
"Ashamed of me, pet?"
"Ashamed of, disgusted by, both are applicable."
"How 'bout 'attracted to'?" Xander whipped his head around to look at Spike. The blonde looked like sex on toast. He was stretched out on the bed, still naked to the waist, hands behind his head. Between his semi-naked state and his painted on jeans, not much was left to Xander's imagination. The vampire was looking up at him, arrogant self-confidence playing on his mouth and heat dancing in his eyes. Xander took a half-step towards him before he even knew what he was doing.
Spike grinned. That full out, I'm-a-cocky-bastard-and-you-know-you-want-me grin. Time passed.
"Well, pet?"
"Yeah," Xander muttered, his voice cracked and husky, "Yeah, I am."
und wie recht er hat"Hey, she's not crying anymore." Xander seemed inordinately pleased with himself.
"Yeh, nothing like two blokes snogging to shut a woman up."
ok, ok, das reicht wohl um euch dahin zu bringen"Y'know, Spike, maybe we should, uh, name her." Xander said.
Spike glanced up sharply from the girl's face, glaring at Xander intently. "There are three things," he said, "that you don't do to things you don't want to keep. You don't feed them, you don't pet them, and you *don't* give them names."
"Spike, I already fed it. And you're petting her right now." The vampire looked down, as if shocked to find his black-nailed fingers stroking over the wispy brown hair on the baby's head.
"Bloody hell."
"I know. So, whaddya want to call her? 'Little Mouthful' just isn't gonna cut it for me."
"Alexandria?" the vampire's voice held some of its old evil.
"Wilhemina?"
Spike snorted. "Wilhemina Alexandria Harris The Bloody. Chit'll never get past Kindergarden."
yayHi everyone! *waves*
I was reading a dictionary over sexual slang, don’t ask I know I’m weird, and I stumbled upon the word Angel. Now I know the real reason for Joss to name our favourite brooding vampire Angel. Here goes:
Angel;
1 male homosexual, early 20th century, a kinder word than, lets say, fairy.
2 British prostitute, 19th century, expression comes from the Angel district in London where the prostitutes worked.
Ah, and if you where wondering,
Spike; erect penis, 19th century.
But you already knew that one. *grin*
yayHi everyone! *waves*
I was reading a dictionary over sexual slang, don’t ask I know I’m weird, and I stumbled upon the word Angel. Now I know the real reason for Joss to name our favourite brooding vampire Angel. Here goes:
Angel;
1 male homosexual, early 20th century, a kinder word than, lets say, fairy.
2 British prostitute, 19th century, expression comes from the Angel district in London where the prostitutes worked.
Ah, and if you where wondering,
Spike; erect penis, 19th century.
But you already knew that one. *grin*
Title : Sharing
Author: Lisa Martin
Pairing: X/S
Rating: PG
Summary: None really, it's too short for that.
Feedback: Would love to get it.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Archive: Shadows & Dust, My site (see URL below)
Note: I found this ficlet on a long forgotten disk. It wasn't a S/X fic at
all, but by changing a few words, it became one.
The moon casting its light through a small window, almost reluctantly, as
if it doesn't want to intrude on what is going on inside the room. Two
figures on the narrow bed, pressed close together; whispered words cutting
through the darkness. They don't see the moonlight, or hear the sounds of
the night. All they see and hear is each other. Dreams are coming true in
this cold night, dreams and fantasies they have been harboring for a long
time. Dreams they have kept from each other, frightened for what the
reaction would be. Afraid also for what the outside world will do, once it
discovers what is living in their hearts. But love can not be denied.
And it is love that rules in this night, finally. After months of watching,
looking for clues, dropping hints, a single touch sealed their fate. A hand
put on a shoulder, casually lingering there. It is not the grand things
that make this world turn, it's the beauty of a small gesture.
They know that and their actions speak of it. A broad hand trailing over a
slender back, touching soft, pale skin. A kiss, hesitant at first, but
growing in intensity. Mouths locking together, bodies trying to defy the
laws of nature, pressing closer and closer.
Heat spreading throughout their bodies. Hips that are starting to move,
slowly, then more frantic.
A cry, wild and abandoned, teeth that are sinking in golden skin. Bodies
relaxing, arms that let go, but not entirely.
Silence is their haven. Blue eyes stare into brown ones. "I love you." Soft
words, spoken simultaneously. A smile. They know.
This is only the beginning.
